Hope?

Deep within their cave hideout that rested a fair bit from the now dead hills but was still miles from the mountains where the wise old dragons laid, the rotted white fox or rather, Kiyoshi as he was called back in his village, was resting his head on top of a little nest made of straw. The side of his head that revealed part of his skull was buried deep within the straw so no one would see it, however there was no hiding the major damage the path had done to the left side of his body or the manic grin that had managed to keep itself stretched forcibly on his face, making him look less a young, friendly fox and more like an insane maniac that would anyone who saw him running away in fear.

Well, if there was anyone left on the hills who could see him, that is, they were all dead. Every single animal was dead, gone, except for his younger brother, Daisuke. He was the only one left alive, untouched by the wretched path, the one he discovered by pure accident and for some ungodly reason or another decided to go down and for what? For something amazing and never before seen by his curious eye? Oh yeah, it was certainly never before seen but it wasn’t as amazing as he had hoped it would be, not at all.

Hmmm, maybe it was, at least, to the more twisted part of his fractured mind. Kiyoshi shook his head, moving the straw that rested underneath his fleshless head as he tried to rid his mind of his thoughts, no child such as himself should have thoughts like that. If they did, they shouldn’t be called children at all, what they should be called wasn’t something Kiyoshi wanted to think about. The white fox sighed to himself, lifting his remaining arm that had been stripped of flesh so he could cover his face, his ears flattened hard against the nest to the point they should’ve hurt badly or something like that.

They would’ve if Kiyoshi still had pain nerves connected in his ears, there was nothing. The fox clenched his jaw that was locked in a manic grin, his fingers curled inwards, sharpened claws digging into the few patches of fur and flesh that hadn’t completely rotted. His claws didn’t cut through the skin like he expected though he wished they would, he’d rather feel something else other than this

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.08.2022
ISBN: 978-3-7554-1913-6

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